"Old Man with an Hour Glass" by Gonzales Coques‘Have No Regrets’ by Damian Robin The Society December 31, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 11 Comments . Old doors to opportunitiesare gone, so, not one opens.Enticements that were there, just tease,no keys, just slot-less tokens. Lost gains are gone, missed chances gone,mistakes abound like raindrops . . .And storms you walked into are gone.Don’t fret regrets, then pain stops. For who needs doors to handle joy?To be here’s never hopeless.And what’s not here need not annoy.You’ve moved on. You’ve made progress. . . Damian Robin is a writer and editor living in the United Kingdom. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 11 Responses Jeff Eardley December 31, 2020 Short and to the point on this darkest New Years Eve. “To be here’s never hopeless” will stay with me on what will be a troubled month to come here in old England. Thank you and a Happy New Year to you and yours. Reply Damian Robin January 2, 2021 Thanks Jeff, glad my combination of words will stay with you, and may they buoy you up. It is a crucial time for our old England and brexited UK and the younger (bigger) USA. We will all get through because we have to. Believe in a Good future. Reply Yael December 31, 2020 Nice poem, I love it! You may have just summed up the last 4 years of my life in 3 elegant stanzas. I’m going to meditate on this. Happy New Year to everyone here. May the Lord bless you and keep you and make His face shine upon you. Reply Damian Robin January 2, 2021 Thanks for your positivity, Yael. Glad my poem has struck a cord. Hope it helps you forward. And I trust your wishes for us all here will be heard and acted on. Reply C.B. Anderson December 31, 2020 You’ve summed it up nicely, Damian. And your oblique rhymes are direct and right on point. Yet the struggle continues, our part in it undiminished. Reply Damian Robin January 2, 2021 Oblique rhymes . . . can you educate me, Kip. Yep, no gain without enduring through. ( I don’t use “struggle” very much as it is soaked in communist sweat.) Reply C.B. Anderson January 2, 2021 “Oblique,” Damian, is just a synonym for “slant” or “half” or whatever when it comes to rhymes. Over here, “No pain, no gain” is a fairly common expression. “No balls, no babies” is rather less common. General Patton’s version was “No guts, no glory.” Damian Robin January 3, 2021 Thanks Kip for the mini-lesson. Now I know for sure. I like Patton a lot. A softer version of his statement (that I was not aware of as being his, so thanks) is “Fortune Favours The Brave.” [US translation “Fortune Favors The Brave.” ] Susan Jarvis Bryant December 31, 2020 Insightful and beautiful. Reply Damian Robin January 2, 2021 Thanks, Susan. Uplifting words. Reply Damian Robin January 2, 2021 Thanks for your positivity, Yael. Glad my poem has struck a cord. Hope it helps you forward. And I trust your wishes for us all here will be heard and acted on. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.